Jiang Su looked at the dark chicken soup in front of him, and it was really hard to swallow.
Before serving the soup, he never thought that this kind of stuff was simmered in the soup.
What kind of tonic soup, this is a pot of aphrodisiac soup!
But the senior brother's eyes were so earnest that he couldn't refuse. Jiang Su also seriously thought about the medicinal effects of these things, saying that it was aphrodisiac, but after all, it was not an aphrodisiac. It won't have any effect, it's just a bit unpleasant to drink, pinching your nose and holding it back, one more bowl per person, and it's almost finished.
Jiang Su sighed and continued to take the initiative to serve soup for Li Hanshan.
A small bowl for him, and a large bowl for Li Hanshan.
A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist. Although this soup has no medicinal effect, it is too difficult to drink. You can drink one less sip.
Thinking of this, Jiang Su pursed his lips slightly and smiled at Li Hanshan.
"Good medicine is bitter." Jiang Su said, "please make up more."
Li Hanshan: "..."
No one noticed, Zhang Wenxue's expression suddenly changed.
As if he had discovered something unbelievable, his gaze shifted between Jiang Su and Li Hanshan. After a while, he finally made up his mind.
It turned out that the two of them... were not what he thought.
"Hanshan, drink slowly." Zhang Wenxue's eyes were filled with concern, "There's more in the kitchen."
Li Hanshan: "..."
He didn't want to drink a sip.
He once tried to compare the soup stewed by Zhang Wenxue and He Lingcheng in his heart, which one was more difficult to drink, but at that time it was really difficult for him to come to a conclusion, and today he feels that Zhang Wenxue seems to be better.
If he didn't have the profound skills that He Lingcheng had devastated over the past 20 years, he would not be able to swallow the soup in front of him.
He has no choice.
After all, Jiang Su prepared this soup for him, and Jiang Su's senior brother stewed it, so he couldn't stop drinking it.
Li Hanshan took a deep breath, closed his eyes and drank the big bowl of chicken soup.
Zhang Wenxue was very happy.
In the past, he watched his younger brother drink soup, thinking that his younger brother was just a little boy who was not as tall as a sword at first, and he was dragged to such a height bit by bit, and he couldn't help but feel extremely relieved, but now the soup drinker has become two people - He couldn't help but be even more excited, and he had almost made infinite ideas about the future of the two in his heart.
Of course, the future is too far away, so young people should focus on the present.
With a smile on his lips, Zhang Wenxue began to clean up the tableware and chopsticks on the table, and said, "Since you've finished drinking, you should rest early."
Li Hanshan: "..."
Jiang Su: "..."
It's not that they don't want to talk, they really can't.
It felt as if he could spit out what he had just swallowed with just one mouth, but neither of them dared to do so. In the end, they forced a smile and watched Zhang Wenxue pack up and leave, and then the two of them spoke again. They looked at each other and paused for a long time. After they both recovered from the smell of the terrifying soup, Jiang Sufang opened his mouth and said, "Get some rest earlier?"
Li Hanshan also nodded, and replied blankly, "Get some rest early."
This bowl of soup seems to have shattered the souls of both of them.
Exhausted, Jiang Su turned around and went back to the room. He wanted to sleep again, but he didn't know whether it was his brother's decoction that worked or whether he slept too much during the day. Some hot and uncomfortable.
He really couldn't sleep, and he didn't know how it could be so irritating in the weather that just entered the summer. The later it was, the more boring he became. After so long, he suddenly realized something.
The aphrodisiac in Haitang's text, and the aphrodisiac he knew, might not be the same thing at all.
Jiang Su began to panic.
He lay on the bed for a while, but he didn't feel sleepy at all, so he simply got up and walked into the courtyard with his sword. He wanted to vent his annoyance with swordsmanship, but he didn't want him to bump into Li Hanshan and get up. The two stood by the door and looked at each other. After a long time, Jiang Sufang reluctantly spoke, and said, "You... can't sleep either?"
Li Hanshan nodded.
Jiang Su lowered his head and saw the sword in Li Hanshan's hand again.
Jiang Su: "...You don't want to come out and practice swordsmanship, do you?"
Li Hanshan nodded again.
The two of them always have the same thoughts, so when they can't sleep, they always want to do similar things.
Jiang Su thought that there was really something wrong with the chicken soup that senior brother simmered today.
If it wasn't for the chicken soup, how could they both be unable to sleep? And if there is really a problem with the chicken soup, then now, the two of them staying together, I am afraid that is the biggest problem.
But Jiang Su wanted to stay with Li Hanshan.
Even before he made his mind clear, Jiang Su felt that it was a very pleasant thing to stay by Li Hanshan's side, not to mention now, he thought that he had not competed with Li Hanshan for a while, and the two of them couldn't sleep anyway. Jiang Su then proposed and asked Li Hanshan if he wanted to make a gesture with him. Li Hanshan continued to nod.
Now that the night was getting dark, Jiang Su felt that the two of them would make a big noise in the courtyard. He didn't want to wake up his senior brother, so he took Li Hanshan out of the courtyard, wandered in the Valley of Love for a while, and found a man with no one anywhere. In the woods and mountains, they pulled Li Hanshan to compare swords with him, but when they came and went, the sword moves were not as neat as when the two competed before.
Jiang Su never thought that Bijian could be... so ambiguous.
They were beside the mountain stream, but after a few tricks, he found that Li Hanshan was a little absent-minded.
Jiang Su felt that Li Hanshan was definitely releasing water with him.
The sword edge deflected deliberately, but did not go towards him, and when he saw Li Hanshan like this, and listened to the gurgling of the mountain stream, he couldn't help but follow his thoughts, and he subconsciously thought of the contents of Wen Qingting's transcript.
He asked Xie Wu to wear a robe and dance with a sword, and then he felt that Xie Wu's swordsmanship was half-concealed and looming—
He stabbed his sword sideways, stepped in the air, and almost fell into the mountain stream. Li Hanshan pulled him and took him into his arms, but he was knocked back by a step, as if he never wanted to stabilize his body, he simply let him From himself, together with Jiang Su, he fell into the mountain stream.
The clothes of the two were soaked in water, almost soaking wet, and the two of them were close to one another. Jiang Su slowly raised his eyes and saw Li Hanshan's face close at hand, as if his breathing and heartbeat were in harmony.
Maybe it was because Jiang Su's heart was beating fast, and Li Hanshan was obviously no better than him. He wanted to get up, but stepped on the moss-covered boulder at the bottom of the river—he never imagined that a martial arts master like him would be defeated on a small boulder. He didn't want to get up, but Li Hanshan hugged his back, and through the wet cloth that was close to his skin, his five fingers slowly stroked down his thin spine. There was a clanging sound on the rocks of the stream, but it did not wake up the two people who were drowning in their imaginations.
Not right.
Jiang Su thought deeply.
This is too wrong.
He has never felt this way before, and the hot and dry feeling seems to have turned into nothingness in the coolness of this mountain stream. He wanted to reach out and hug Li Hanshan's neck, but he didn't want Li Hanshan to fall on his shoulder, so he had to put Hands in the stream -
A sting.
Jiang Su sucked in a breath of cold air, suddenly pulled his hand back and raised it, turned his head to look, and saw that he was just pressing on the sword edge that fell into the stream, and he opened a gap in his finger. He threw his true love wife Qing Xiao into the water. Jiang Su paused for a while, but for some reason he didn't immediately want to pick up the sword, but when he turned to look at Li Hanshan again, he saw that Li Hanshan was a little panicked, as if he had done something wrong, and said embarrassedly: " I didn't mean for you to use the sword—"
Jiang Su moved his gaze to Li Hanshan's side, and saw that the nameless sword was also thrown into the water by Li Hanshan.
Jiang Su: "..."
Li Hanshan: "..."
Li Hanshan panicked even more.
He obviously didn't know how else he could explain it, but Jiang Su looked at Li Hanshan like this, and then looked down, seeing Li Hanshan's clothes close to his body, and the contact between the two just now made him react. With a light cough, with a bad intention in his heart, he deliberately opened his mouth and said to Li Hanshan, "What are you making a fool of?"
Li Hanshan: "..."
The next moment Jiang Su picked up the sword and stood up, deliberately walked to the side of the rock, leaned on the rock, put his hand on the rock, supported his chin, looked at Li Hanshan with interest, and said, "It's about to dawn. Well, we have to go back sooner."
Li Hanshan: "..."
Jiang Su dragged his tone and said, "Quickly clean up."
Li Hanshan: "..."
The two of them were soaking wet, not to mention his reaction. With his current situation, it was impossible for him to "quickly" clean up and go back "early".
Li Hanshan looked up at Jiang Su, but Jiang Su just stared at him motionless.
For some reason, from Jiang Su's eyes, Li Hanshan actually tasted a bit of deliberate playfulness.
It was as if he was deliberately looking at him so embarrassed, treating his actions as a beautiful object worth playing with, and wanting to see him collapse because of his emotions.
Li Hanshan didn't dislike Jiang Su's behavior, but Jiang Su's repeated teasing made him somewhat want to turn against the generals.
He just noticed Jiang Su's emotions clearly, if it wasn't for that sword, how could the two of them just stay here.
According to what Jiang Su said, Li Hanshan "cleaned up" his restless thoughts here earlier.
But in front of Jiang Su, he still stared at Jiang Su motionless, so Jiang Su had to turn his eyes away, only to feel his chest tighten, unable to restrain his shortness of breath, and the words written by Wen Qingting popped out in his mind again. Those words come.
He is not good at writing and writing and grammar. In this situation, naturally, he can't write down this matter like Wen Qingting. He just thinks... There is nothing wrong with what Wen Qingting said.
The swordsmanship of the Demon Sect, half-covered and looming, is indeed moving.
And this touching thing, like a cat's paw scratching lightly, penetrated into his heart little by little, making him uneasy.
He wanted to look back, but was afraid to look back. There were two groups of people in his heart who were waving the flag and fighting each other, but even if he didn't look back, with the habit he had trained for many years, the more he didn't look, the other five senses became more distinct.
Li Hanshan's breathing seemed to be only close to his ears, the cloth was rustling, and his exhalation was restrained and slow. Jiang Su finally looked back hesitantly, but happened to meet Li Hanshan's eyes.
Those eyes lingered, as if lingering, reluctantly deflected, shining brightly, while his breathing became rough and gradually shortened, his throat moved slightly, and he uttered two words word by word.
He called softly.
- Jiang Su.
…
When the sky brightened, Jiang Su returned to the courtyard with Li Hanshan.
Today, his clothes were soaking wet again, so he rushed back to change his clothes, and these two days his clothes were depleted too fast. The clothes of yesterday were not dry yet, and the clothes today are unfit to wear.
If he continues like this, in a few days, he will have no clean clothes to wear.
Li Hanshan had just eaten and felt a little resentful in his heart. What's more, he felt that there was definitely something wrong with the chicken soup yesterday. At this moment, he still felt annoyed and uneasy in his heart. Jiang Su was playing tricks, and he became more and more unhappy. He stepped into the hospital, originally thinking of turning his head to accuse Jiang Su for what he did today, but he didn't want to see Sun Lin in the hospital at a glance.
The lost Sun Lin.
Jiang Su stuck his head out behind Li Hanshan, looked into the courtyard, and asked in a daze, "Sun Lin? Didn't you go to Meng Du?"
Sun Lin slowly turned around.
He first looked at the wet clothes of the two of them, and then looked at the distance between the two. He roughly guessed what had just happened in his mind, and then he remembered his experience last night.
He couldn't help sighing, didn't answer Jiang Su's question at all, just slowly turned his eyes back.
Jiang Su was puzzled and asked, "What happened to you?"
"No need to say more." Sun Lin looked up at the sky, his eyes were dull and unlovable, "I just feel noisy."